adrienne

Adrienne has occupied my mind for the last month. To meet somebody like her in real life is something I never expected. I suppose this is part of the curious experience of writing fiction. The character you create dwells in your mind, then you come across a person who resembles her totally, and you ask yourself, can it be so coincidental that I meet Adrienne just as I'm writing about her? Or have I unfairly pressed the image of Adrienne onto this real-life person?

For the last three nights I'd slept with the lights on as a result of my inability to make up my mind between work and sleep. I woke up from a very strange dream this morning. The dream measured to more than 3 hours of dream-time but in real-time, the dream happened during my 90-minute snooze. It was the same theme. I was trying to get somewhere, in a hurry, not wanting to be late.